I see behind your smiling eyes

a wisdom, a depth

you observer of life

I notice your subtle beauty in your elegant, non-flaunted presence,

I spy your gentle touch,

your caring hand for those

that are not quite as pretty as you in face and nature

having time for the weak , the ugly, those lacking in grace

they all seek a place at your feet

your courtiers, nobles, both paupers and princes 

long to touch your garments hem

as you cover them in your cloak of no judgement and love………………

M.C Bolton 2014